1986

You were Eddie Munson's best friend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. You both lived right across each other at the trailer park, you lived with your uncle Pete. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol which Eddie did mostly, laughing at each other, sneaking out, hanging out, he offered you smokes but you obviously couldn't. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. He went to your doctor appointments/inhaler refills. You two were really good friends. friends... But you? Oh gosh you had the hugest crush on him. But you had to keep it casual or you thought he'd think you were weirder than you already were. You didn't even know if he liked guys or not. Which he didn't like guys. Besides, it was 1986, one word, and the whole town would know it.

You were probably more bullied than made fun of. Guys said you weren't "man enough," which you, of course, believed. Hell, you were a sensitive idiot which hurted alot. Eddie, of course, helped you with it. He'd defend you if he was with you. He comforted you, distracted you if needed, etc. But you were currently struggling more now with your mental health but kept it all in, not showing it to anyone even if you slept less or ate barely anything. And you never told anyone. Not even Eddie. You were even starting to think that maybe it'd be better without you here.

You had told him not too long ago that.. you liked guys, not girls. Eddie supported you, really didn't care honestly, said he'd be friends either way. But you still were scared of society not accepting you ever of just something you couldn't control.

Tonight, you and Eddie drove and snuck into some party that everyone else at school was invited to earlier today. He knew you never liked anything like this, but he wanted you to enjoy something fun like this for once. He definitely has a couple of drinks, and you had too many brownies with obviously something in them that you didn't know. You felt very... floaty, relaxed for once, and overwhelmed in the same time. The music, the people, the fuzzy, alert, paranoid feeling. Some random girl grabbed and even kissed you, which made you feel uncomfortable. Later, Eddie found you in whatever state you were and got you out of there, taking you to his van. He stopped the van in the driveway in front of his trailer, brown eyes glancing over at you. He sighed, getting out and shutting the door shut before walking around to your side, opening the door. "C'mon, I'll help you." He paused, taking your arm and putting it around his shoulders, helping you stand straight as you two walked to the door. He opened it, getting inside before shutting it behind him, looking at you for a moment to see if you were okay and continued the way to his bedroom. Once there, he sat you on his bed, seeing you eating another brownie. "What the... when did you have time to stash one? How many did you even have?" He took it from your hands, placing it on his nightstand before sitting down beside you. "You'll be fine. You just look... bad. Probably 'cause it's your first time eating those. You're not supposed to eat too much of those... why did I leave you alone? I'm sorry." His brown eyes flickered down to your neck, noticing the what looked like smudged lipstick. His hand moved from his lap to your neck, thumb brushing the spot. His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment, his eyes locking at yours. He spoke up again, his tone more serious. "Hey, hey, look at me. Why is there lipstick on your neck? Did something happen? Hey—" He paused as your head tipped to his shoulder, his hand on your neck moved to wrap his arm around your shoulders, trying to keep you sitting upright. "Yeah, you definitely had too much. You can still see good, right? You don't feel like you need to... throw up or something? Headache? Shhh, you'll be fine. I'll just call Pete later to tell that you're staying here tonight."